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“I don’t know,” he sputters. “Only know that Beck instructed us to…” he trails off.

“To what?” she snaps, bucking at him.

He flinches andfuck, I want her so badly.

“I don’t know! Start shit!”

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she sneers, and I rise to my feet.

“I don’t know,” he cries out. “We just do what we’re told.”

Her arm jerks, and he’s throwing his head back, jaw dropping with a pained howl as she has a crushing grip on his shattered shoulder. “Better.”

“Okay, okay! Beck was working with the Mendozas. They planned a brawl as a distraction to get to Blackwell,” he spills in one breath.

The room is now deathly silent, and I can physically feel the way Scout and Spade go still.

She was right. This was a fucking assassination attempt.

Well, fuck. Me.

Chapter fifteen

Sinclair

Idid it. I actually did it.

My fingertips tingle with power as the thought ricochets in my skull. I feel high. Like in this moment, I can do anything. I can walk on the fucking moon or climb the tallest mountain.

I turn around with an uncontrollable grin on my face, struggling to play it cool. Adrenaline ripples through me like a second bloodstream as my chest heaves with sharp breaths.

When I lock eyes with Blackwell, triumph freezes in my throat. There’s a fervid look on his face, making him look delirious and ravenous. He’s motionless aside from his chest rising and falling heavily like mine. The heat smacks into me, punching the air out of my lungs and causing all the blood to rush to my core so violently I almost stumble. My cheeks relax when the smile drops from my face, and I find myself paralyzed.

“Everyone out!” he shouts with this guttural edge, never taking his eyes off me.

A fire stokes deep in my belly, so fierce that I have no recollection of who took the first step, but our bodies collide in only seconds.

We attack each other with zealous desire and animalistic urges. My body is hot all over, and I have never needed someone like this before in my life. Every time we collide, it’s fucking fire. And every time, that fire burns hotter than before.

Metal clanks when he hoists me up onto the table of tools as some of them clatter to the ground. I roll my hips to find contact with him, and I even let a whimper out when he parts from me. He grabs at one boot, then starts yanking at my waistband. Once he has one leg out, he adheres his body and mouth to mine again.

There’s no need for foreplay. We already had ours. Something about the violence has us both spiraling.

He pushes his way inside of me and fucks me savagely without delay. He dives in so deeply, as deep as he can go, but I somehow want more. I want my pussy to throb in both pain and desire.

Throwing my head back in ecstasy, I squeeze my eyes shut while I hit the peak of my orgasm so quickly, riding it out as he continues to slam into me over and over. As soon as I come down, I look at him through tiny slits and grab his tie to pull myself up to kiss him recklessly.

I moan as my tongue wrestles with his and I rock my hips to fuck him back. He senses my urgency for more and lifts me to carry me, and I’m sitting on his cock when he takes a seat in the chair.

He tears off my other pant leg and boot as I sit up and down on him, fucking him. Switching the angle of my hips and the pace. His shoulders tense up, and I know he’s getting close, and all I can think about is seeing him detonate.

“I want to see you come,” I rasp when I pull my tender lips from his. He gazes back at me with hooded eyes, and I could come from the sight of him.

Lifting my hips, I release his cock and hold it firmly in one hand. I stare down at the bulging head of his cock in fascination as I stroke the soft skin, causing a lewd sound of wetness that we both created.

I rock in his lap, letting my pussy rub against the base of his length and butting against my hand while I pull him to that salacious paradise. A growl erupts from his throat when he begins to come, and my body responds.

But I’m still not entirely sated. I have to have more. Smearing his milky cum over my sensitive pussy, I moan and mewl. Brushing his ear with my lips, I whisper, “I want more.”

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